Chapter 27: Request

Chapter 27: Request

“Dimodo?

“They are still inside the restaurant.”

Urdi Branch answered almost instinctively.

Immediately afterward, he pointed to the place where the moldy head had been purified and asked urgently, “What was that just now?”

Maintaining the persona of Gehrman Sparrow, Klein gave no answer. He glanced at Danitz, then walked straight past Donna’s family and arrived before the tightly shut doors of Lime Restaurant.

Blazing Danitz carried the lantern. Having finally accomplished one objective, he felt much more relaxed. He straightened his back, looked at Urdi and the others, and gave a chuckle.

“You do not need to concern yourselves with what that was. Just remember that it is a monster capable of harming you.”

If Gehrman Sparrow had not been standing only a few meters away, he would even have wanted to declare: only I, the great Blazing Danitz, can protect you!

Cleeves, Cecile, and Teague exchanged glances. They stepped forward of their own accord and comforted their employer.

“Ask after we return to the White Agate.”

To be honest, all three bodyguards had spent varying lengths of time as adventurers, but their understanding of monsters had remained on the level of folk tales and the drunken boasts of fellow adventurers. At this moment, it was inevitable that they felt a hazy sense of unreality, as though they were dreaming.

But to them, since they had already seen a creature like a murloc, other things were no longer too hard to accept. At most, they were uglier, stranger, and more special than murlocs.

Thinking in that direction, their hearts steadied considerably, and the firearms in their hands seemed to recover their strength.

Even so, that pure light descending from the sky remained far beyond their comprehension. They only felt that the worldview, outlook on life, and sense of values they had formed over many years had all been shaken. For now, they could only avoid thinking about it and press every emotion down into their hearts.

Klein stopped at the entrance of Lime Restaurant, raised his right hand, bent his fingers, and knocked.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

After three rhythmic knocks, no one inside answered. It was utterly quiet.

If not for the bright candlelight still shining out through the windows and the cracks around the door, Klein might have thought this was an abandoned house long left empty.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

He knocked three more times.

Within the restaurant, silence remained. Everyone seemed to be obeying the custom of not responding to knocks in foggy weather.

Klein withdrew his right hand and patted the hem of his double-breasted long frock coat.

Suddenly, his body leaned backward, his knee lifted, and his right foot kicked forward with force.

With a clang, the restaurant’s doors were flung open. All the nails fixing the copper lock were forced out.

Fox, the owner in a tailcoat, with plump cheeks and an almost round face, still stood where he had been. The ladies and gentlemen who had chosen to stay the night opened their doors one after another and stood silently on the threshold, wordlessly watching this side.

“What do you want to do?” Fox did not get angry. His tone remained exactly as before, but a revolver had already appeared in his hand.

With Spirit Vision activated, Klein turned his head and swept his gaze around. He found no traces of evil on the humans present.

His gaze finally landed on the restaurant owner. His eyes grew heavy and still as he looked into the other man’s eyes.

“Where is the Dimodo family?”

Fox met the dark-brown eyes that seemed to be suppressing emotion and brewing a storm for two seconds. Then, unnaturally, he turned his head aside.

“There is one more table of outsiders upstairs.”

“Have them come down,” Klein ordered coldly.

Fox remained silent for several seconds, until the other party swiftly drew his gun and aimed it at his head.

He inhaled, then sent a waiter to the second floor. Soon, the waiter brought the Dimodo family…